Chapter 107: I don't have hands? (Vote for monthly ticket)

Wayless Sect, outside the mountain gate.

A figure stood not far away.

This person was none other than Zhang Han.

Zhang Han wore a Confucian robe, his black hair held up by a wooden hairpin, his features clear and handsome, and his face habitually carried a smile that made one feel as if bathed in a spring breeze, exuding the aura of a scholar from head to toe.

He stood outside the mountain gate, quietly waiting.

But his peripheral vision occasionally glanced inside the mountain gate.

As if waiting for something.

After a while,

Chu Yuan slowly walked out from the mountain gate.

Compared to Zhang Han's scholarly temperament, Chu Yuan's demeanor seemed overly otherworldly, too "immortal" if one had to describe it.

Speaking of which, the four people from Wayless Sect all had distinctly different temperaments.

Chu Yuan was like a banished immortal, not partaking in the mortal world's matters...